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Wings of your Love

When I see your face
Bright as a star in dark skies
Your eyes radiant and clear as crystal
Tears of love drench my cheeks-
On your shoulders forever I’ll lull
Under the comfort of your warm wings of love

When I see greens of the fields
Celebrating every kiss of the winds;
The cold breeze at the shores of falling rivers
I see the shape of your heart-
A heart print that forever will stay
Whispering at every height of the melting mount

When you whisper my name
At the cold of a warm dawn
My heart bleeds for the unending bliss;
I weep when your shadow sublimes-
Leaving only an idol to cling on!
Let me nurture your heart, my love to defend.


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In The Shadows

 


                               ~Michael~
With my head on the pillow I see you in the shadows.
Slipping back into your clothes when all my eyes can do is follow.
My mind starts to wander as you step back into those heels.
The silk touch of your body my hands just want to feel.
I roll to the side where your scent still forms where you stayed.
Then over to the rocking chair where we laughed and played.
I watch you dress and put yourself back to who you are. 
And hold my breath and kiss this star ....

                        ~Mysterious Lady of Soup~~
Reaching for the stars I feel the passion in our eyes.
We lay naked and free as  the moon makes a rise.
Without pushing the boundries on who we are.
We stare at each other without feeling one single scar.
You run your hand over the tightness of my dress.
I cherish every provocative moment as you caress.
You rub your hands up my shoulders and through my hair.
We kiss and say good night as you rock the chair.
I walk away into the shadows of another night,
and kiss the stars as we await morning light...	 
  

Want to take this time to thank this lovely lady
for taking time out to collab with me again...
xoox Michael




	 


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1-15-10 look into my eyes

i caught your eyes on me. dont bother to look away. ive already noticed. i wish i was 
brave enough to stare back. it doesnt bother me, just makes me curious. what are you 
thinking? or are you just observing? try to figure me out. but you wont. because youve 
only met the imposter. you havent stopped to look into my eyes.


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The One I Saw In My Dreams

I was told that love isn’t based on time
Love is based on how a person makes you feel
When I am with you I feel that it is only us
I feel that you can rescue me from the darkness
When I am with you I feel safe no longer scared
Even when we are apart I still feel that you’re here
When I am with you I can't stop my smile
I knew what it was from the start
Just to see you I walked six miles
You shot an arrow straight in my heart
I’ll be here for you night and day
But even if I miss you I won't show I’m weak
Even if you hear the stutter in my speech
I’ll brush it off like I always do
Until the next time I see you I will be true
I’ll love you till the sun won't shine
No matter what I’ll be your best friend 
And I'll always be here till the end


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Just Trying...

So here’s the deal:
I’m completely pissed off, but not really-
Really I’m heartbroken and just trying to breathe through the ache in my chest,
But that really has nothing to do with what’s going on does it. 
This is ridiculous.  I hate it. It’s not something I can just fix.
If I could make him forget just by kissing him stupid I would.
However, this is a bit too raw for that.  
It’s like when your fave song comes on and you’re voice begins to break near the end
 because you’re holding back tears.
Nothing really detracts from that feeling of complete abandon.  That’s true for love on both 
ends. 
Passion when you’re together, battering desperate aching when you’re not.

Now, I enjoy pain. I enjoy the sharp, sweet edge. 
I don’t enjoy this mind numbing pounding.  Like my body is being pulled inside out. 
There is no tearing, no ripping, no cutting, no sharp.  Just dull, stretching emptiness.
There is no joy in that. 
Only the true masochist in me finds something in this.
I don’t like dwelling on that part of me.
I’d rather be sharp. Like when you’re cut by a knife so sharp that it takes a minute for your 
body to register it as pain. 
Sharp. Sweet. Sinfully simple. 
Love.

This isn’t what I signed up for. But then, what is?
I love you.
That doesn’t really matter.
Does it. 


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Dreams Of Reality

Dreams Of Reality
By Nate Spears
Published 2013 in “Death OF A Rose” By Nate Spears

A difference of a world a way
A distance of a different kind
Love is blind and divine
Hold my hand
Let us touch the sunshine
On this hill of heaven we stand 
I pray

From one another 
Life and the world will never take us
Unless it’s together
Then we will become forever
Never leaving each others presence
Our bond becomes stronger in living
With every day
I stare into your glare
Wishing we live on; and long 
Strong and healthy 
We will grow old
In a happy union together
Looking beside me
Coming to a reality
You’re not there
My dreams are not reality 
My love has perished. 


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The Light

All over our suburb, lights have suddenly gone out, and panic has seized our hearts. 
Grasping my lover’s hand in the pitch black night, I struggle as he pulls me up. My 
legs are flimsy noodles, absolutely useless, for try as I might, I cannot make them 
work. How can I expect my boyfriend to carry or even drag me along these 
nightmare streets? But he is my salvation and I cannot let go of his hand. 

Suddenly he gasps. I look instinctively upward. A bright light, white beyond all 
comprehension, has appeared above our town.  It pulses and the pulsation begins 
to penetrate my being as I feel the strength returning to my limbs. I sense, but 
cannot yet see, that others, like my boyfriend and me, are being drawn to that spot 
where the light has centered its fantastical white glow. 

Mobile again, I walk with quickening steps beside my lover, mesmerized as we both 
follow that magnetic throbbing glow. There has been an immediate restoration of 
light to the houses which lost all light at the moment we had plunged into utter 
darkness.  Moreover, the lights of those houses whose occupants had been 
sleeping are also coming on, and soon there are hundreds and hundreds of lights 
being turned on in all the neighborhoods as if their occupants are somehow being 
summoned telepathically to rise from their beds, leave their homes and come meld 
with those of us already on the streets. 

What can it be? Who can it be? Is it alien life force? Is it God? These thoughts are 
mine, but I actually can hear them in the minds of those who now comprise the 
steady stream of people who, with great anticipation, draw nearer and nearer the 
pulsing light which seems to be coming from a huge field on the outskirts of town. 
Its brilliance is beyond that of anything I’ve ever seen before - an illumination that 
all the lights of the town combined can not equal.  

As my boyfriend and I press on eagerly with the throng, I feel a warmth. 
Indescribable, it permeates not only the cool night air, but also my very heart and 
soul. I look at the kind and handsome face of my dear companion. Then I look at 
the throng of wonderful people, realizing they are but a fragment of the sum of 
humanity, and love’s warmth floods the core of me. I do not know what is coming, 
but if this is a dream, I wish never to awake. 

For "Finish the Dream" Contest by Matt Caliri


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A Woman's Worth

A Woman’s Worth
By Nate Spears


Her purpose in this world is hurting
She’s never been a designed of perfect
But she is a mom, so she’s super
She works
She cleans
Then roll up her sleeves ; and
Take care of the kids; and
The house 
Making it a home
For a beautiful family to roam
Building wonderful memories
Becoming a woman of worth
Keeping her faith through Christ
Keeping her pace through health
Keeping her sanity through managing
This is a woman’s worth 
I’m giving you


Despite of all the stress 
She receives her family with open arms
Through all the mess
She’s a fantastic mom
A wonderful woman 
Deserving a round of applause
Plus a standing ovation
For always being an American sensation
That held this continent down since day one
Since the Plymouth Rock landed on us
Thank you for her giving
Thank you for her living
Thank you for her children
This is ,
A woman’s worth.


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SHE IS

Sweet scented rose
Mild and inviting
A soft tease

Spurs of greatness
Flicks of trust
Qualities unveiled

Skin as sheen
Lips as crimson
Eyes so dazzling

Cheeks as velvet
Voice as silk
Feet as low pad

Inner beauty
Free spirited
A gentle deer

The calm of the sea
My gift of shells
The ties of love

A random page
In my book of life
It begun with her

A refreshing breath
She is Obaa Yaa
My love story…

 © Naa Takia, All Rights Reserved 2012


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The Perfect Day

It was New Years' Day and the rain was pouring. The plans I made for were ruined by the rain. He must have noticed I was cold because I felt his silky leather jacket being draped across my bare shoulders. I looked over and saw him smiling at me. I caught myself blushing then looked away. Shyly I broke the silence. "I'm really sorry. I had this big day planned for us but," I paused, "I forgot to check the weather." Before I could continue blaming myself his finger tips led my face perfect plush lips. When we kissed, it was like Heaven on Earth. He told me something I'll never forget. Kneeling down on one knee, he looked up and grabbed my hand. The words still play like a song in my head. "Will you marry me?" Tears poured down my face. I was so excited the words got stuck in my throat. So I nodded instead. He picked me up, spun me around, then we kissed. There was so much passion we felt the sparks between our closed lips. This was truly the perfect day.


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The Blonde Adonis

I first saw him -the blonde Adonis - at church camp when I was but 14.
In the group ahead of mine, he turned around and our eyes magically locked.
I felt so sure he liked me. That’s how I recall it anyway, but it was not meant to be,
for  shortly thereafter, another boy approached me, cute and sweet,
and he and I fast became an “item.” However, I kept searching every day
for just one sight of the blonde Adonis, whose image still lingered in my mind.

Later, I saw my new boyfriend from church camp at monthly regional youth activities,
where I’d also see the blonde Adonis, who sometimes eyed me, but spoke not a word.
After a time, my long-distance boyfriend and I called it quits,
but I never stopped yearning to know the boy who I’d seen first that summer day -
the blonde Adonis who I was later to learn was one of ten charming siblings,
all beautiful children of a couple highly respected in our church community.
Tall, blue eyed, confident, popular, talented, smart and athletic,
the blonde Adonis was a young man destined for greatness!

Ever hopeful, I kept going to the regional activities, thinking “this will be the day!”
Always I’d watch him, wishing I was the girl slow dancing in his arms.
He was the most fascinating person I would never get to know,
and his thoughts about me (if he ever had any) I could never even guess.

I felt so sure he liked me when our eyes locked like magic that first time. . . .
At least that’s the way I recall it.

For The Most Fascinating Person I Never Knew Poetry Contest of Craig Cornish
*For the Cutie's Identity, See "About this Poem"


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The Woman In White

It was a cold and rainy night.
The stars were shining bright.
It seemed as if the world was at a pause and not a person was in sight.
I sat quietly in my car, 
the sound of music I heard blasting from a far.
I opened my door,
stepped out slowly and looked around.
Now suddenly the music stopped,
not a word is heard, not even a sound.
I turned my head, looked over my shoulder,
I saw a woman running.
She was wearing a white gown.
I couldn't help but wonder why this woman running
flaunted such a frown.
I followed her footsteps,
I listened for the sound.
Running through the darkness,
one question came to mind,
Who would leave this woman?
Who would be so heartless?
How can someone leave her when she is so obviously distraught?
Abruptly a sound was heard.
I came to a stop.
I listened closely.
It was a gunshot.
Now fearful I stood.
I began to run as fast as I could.
I ran so fast, I could hear my heart beating.
I came upon my car and noticed a woman bleeding.
She was gasping for air.
Someone had shot her and left her to die there.
It was as if they didn't even care.
She reached for my hand,
whispered softly to me
"never trust a man"
At that moment her hand dropped.
I knew her heart had stopped.
I looked at her white gown now dripping red.
I I cried to myself and pondered what she had said.
This could be me.
I could be lying here dead.
I will remember her words always.
They will haunt me for the rest of my days.
This moment I will never forget.
No man should ever be such a threat.

This was the day my life would change.
From this day on I would never be the same.
The lesson I learned here,
never have such fear.
Fear that will keep me from being free.
I learned that I can be happy just being me.


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Red In The Inside, But Black In The Outside

This Poem is about the 'hard to get' attitude ladies portray to interested guys.

Despite my unbelievable swag repugnance is her reaction to my flow despite giving no attention to her she seeks every opportunity to shout "NO!" I seldom want to be friendly but she spits on me like a bitter foe I then don't give a damn about her and she takes it like a heavy blow Out of nothing, she creates a scene but all I can do is shake my head and say Oh! the more I mingle, the worse she gets but I'll not succumb and act so low she flaunts her male acquaintances for me to notice Okay! You have admirers, so? I guessed this is a one time attitude but it has been occurring seven weeks in a row When I register my presence around her her body rhythm increases as if in physio trying so hard to pretend makes her seem like a shy dancing Buffalo Then, I make her seem not existing it's not my fault; you reap what you sow signs of her sufferings begin to show as her body trembles in sight of me from head to toe what a pleasant feeling this brings seeing her drown in her own woe Finally! She concedes defeat and already surrendering showing by the way she's changing like melting snow now playing the nice girl, but my ignore? Makes her want to stone me with a Hoe I'm beginning to compromise emotionally too and I'm scared she will get fed up and go so, I create my chance and kiss her as she shows her joy like a swelling dough revealing her hypocrisy, exhibited right from the beginning. Since this feeling is now reciprocated, she shrugs off the attitude and dumps it below as a new damsel now emitting with an everlasting glow.


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It Starts and Ends With Death

I barely knew him,
met him through a friend,
saw him at a birthday party,
and my friend told me he really liked me. 

I went to treatment for an eating disorder
before we started talking.
The emptiness in my stomach from the anorexia
told me it might be beneficial to get to know him.
He told me he would be there for me when I returned.

I came home with healed scars and forgotten innocence.

He called me one night, drunk,
telling me his cousin had died from a heroin overdose. 
I couldn’t help but feel sad for him.
We met on the bridge
that crosses the canal between our houses.
A beer in his hand
he slurred his words and cried to me.
I didn’t know his middle name yet,
not his address or how many siblings he had.
I liked his facial scruff,
and the way he cried to me 
without even knowing how to correctly pronounce my last name. 

I stayed until 5 am. 
Laying on his couch,
just starting to get to know each other. 

We fell in love.
For eleven months if my memory is right. 
We smoked Marlboro Reds together
on his front porch red cushioned swing.
He protected me from my demons,
kind of like how a barbed wire fence
protects the inmates from making mistakes.

He was my first love. 
I think. 

We wrote daises of words on paper
and he drew his love with a pen on my heart. 

It ended the day my cousin’s grandmother died. 
I never realized that our relationship
started and ended with death.
Maybe that is why in the end we were so bitter.


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Follow The Winner

 Some folks always follow the winner 



 I didn't even have the courage 
To tell you how you made me feel 
Your laughter 
Your body language 
Way back then, 
A wall flower. 

you thought that I weren't good enough 
Undeveloped beauty 

Now, Virtuousness, 
I am blooming; 

People always follow the winner


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my 3rd favourite drive

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home
To be once again in her arms and embrace her too
I knew what was coming 
I never wanted to let her go
Stability is so fragile 
Stability breaks with a word
Her mind state is a dark world
All alone she decided I'm not to follow
I could see she wanted to cry
Inside we both had many times

To be not good for a person
Is impossible when even in this outcome
Her presence makes me smile naturally
The talk of the future
The talk of ifs and maybes
Doesn't matter to me
I know what I have now
I know how to be happy again
Can you not see?
My life is with you
No matter what I choose
No matter what it is you do
My dream is to be make you happy too

Sitting in my car returning the way I came 
Over an hour to drive home
Easily felt like it was over two
The cd player in my car was purposely loud
Covering the sound from my phone
To my right an accident had occurred
Firemen and ambulances calming the situation
Shards of metal and glass strewn on the road
To my shock I felt nothing for the devastation
My only aim was to get back home

My 3rd favourite drive was to see her
Only for it to be the longest drive home


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Where Did All The Romance Go

Where did all the romance go? That once was so long ago That special kind so honest, fresh and innocent Expressions from the heart of what is really meant Let me point out a boy in particular then That other someone from way back when He was very athletic and really sweet He lived close by, just down the street Here are some of his qualities That seemed so romantical to me Like calling the local radio station To play a special song dedication Knowing he didn’t have very long He ran over to dance with me to the song And all those nights he climbed that tree Up to my bedroom window to visit with me Inspired with competition like winning a race To let everyone know he would be first place He really did run track and with every ribbon won He gave them all to me with his deepest affection Some of you may already know That I must be referring to Joe He was the one most romantical So where did all the romance go? These days no longer see it here Is it lost or hiding inside somewhere? I tend to think the boy inside will always know He feels the romance just no longer lets it show If happiness starts with one’s self with in Finding true love should have some romancing True love and devotion does exist I know Except the actual process can be slow Especially with romance lack – sooooo Just where did all the romance go? Our time on earth is very quick Are you waiting to get hit with a happy stick? So from reminiscing about the yesteryear lad Please don’t lose that romantic nature you once had You will find out that it’s not so bad And even discover you are more than glad So listen to your inner self and be like Joe And please don’t let all the romance go Florence McMillian (Flo)


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SEXY IN RED

Are you happy chatting with me now?
Because I am always happy seeing you around
And listening to your hello…
And you know I love you…

Because you are in my thought,
I have a beautiful dream…
And in my dream you are holding my hand
And we kiss while walking near the river side...
Black hawk are seen flying over...and over...again!
And we laugh and come back to kissing...
I am waiting and excited.

Yeh...then what’s alluring,
you are wearing all red... 
Your long dress is red
And undies are too red 
And both bra and panty are red
You are dressed all red…

So sexy with red indeed...
Bring a red dress, red panty and red bra…
when we meet…
I want it to be real what I had dreamt.
You are so sexy in red…


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Almost Grown-Up: But Not Quite

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
I wonder if this will be like
The time-

I am sixteen years old;
It's cold outside but
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off-
He asks me if I want
To have sex...
When I say no, he tells me
It's okay- but his hands 
Move to my body-
I still don't say yes,
But after a while,
He doesn't want to
See me as much anymore,
And I guess some other girl
Finally told him what 
He wanted to hear
Because it turns out that
He's been cheating on me...

Then I am fifteen years old,
Being asked my age
And receiving disappointment
From the hands of the  
Asker- always male-
Because my answer is
Three years less than
What he's asking for-

I am fourteen years old
And I stay home because
I have decided that
Boys are not worth
My time;
Not since-

I am thirteen years old,
And the same boy 
That kissed me first time
Asks me to have sex.
We break up after
I say no.

I am twelve years old
And my first boyfriend
Kisses me for the first time
On my birthday...
He tells me that he will
Love me forever.

I am eleven years old
And sometimes I wish
I had a boyfriend.

I am ten years old-
Sometimes I wish
I was a grown-up.

I am nine years old-

I am eight years old-

I am seven years old
And playing with Barbies;
Barbie is on top of Ken
Because that's what
Grown-ups do
On television...

I am six years old-

I am five years old-
I throw a fit because 
I am informed that
I will have to grow up
One day...

I am four years old
And Mommy and Daddy
No longer sleep in the
Same bed, now don't live
In the same house;
They explain to me and 
The other kids that they
Are never getting back
Together, but it's not
Because they don't 
Love us, they just
Have grown-up
Problems-

I am three years old-
When I have nightmares,
I crawl into bed
With Mommy and Daddy...
I don't know why they
Share a bed, but I guess
It's because they always
Want to be together-

I am two years old-

I am one year old- 

I am a summer baby
Because my parents 
Made me on Christmas, 
And that's way more 
Than a sixteen-year-old
Needs to hear...

I am almost seventeen years old,
It is almost summer, and
My boyfriend and I are 
Kissing with the 
Lights off...
I tell him I don't want sex.
He says okay...
It doesn't matter.
His hands move to
My face.


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'Altered Needs'


He was all fired up he had it all figured out this was it, the end of us "I need my space" or so he thought until she entered the room dressed totally different to what is “her norm” a black dress with high heels legs that go on forever, he almost walked into the bathroom door mouth hanging open "Err did you go to work like that?" he asked “Yep of cause I did, I always do,"was her reply Uhm, it's the first time I see you dressed like that Nonchalantly while getting rid of her clothes she replied, “Well now if you more at home and less "at work" You’ll see me more in my work attire then in my pajamas” Gawking at her scanty underwear, He saw her swing her hips as she left the room Confucius Joe was left behind, feeling less desperate for space and more a need for closeness
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I can't really tell you what is, only what it feels like

So depressed,
maybe even a little stressed,
heart beats completely out of my chest, 
but why?
I can't the image out of my head,
I rest head in my bed, restless, all night Oh i'm so breathless,
I cry..
This inflicted, conflicted pain, may come from within me,
but it started with you.
Something so bittersweet, often lies through your teeth,
that's what you fed me.
Stay true, is what I said to you, even this action was cruel.
In this private world, I'm all alone
I don't like how it hurts.
Completely isolated myself from the world,
it's been days since I answered my phone.
Am I hurt, or did I receive what I was worth?
Dwelling on the past is my stress,
I cant move on, I'm definitely depressed.
Insecurities building on me, with your manipulation and painful memories.
I seize to believe this is my life's destiny,
I need a revision,
What exactly is this thing we call living?
I forgot good times, I let in the bad.
Being me, living life, freely, positive intensity,
it made made you mad.
Innocent girl learned how to live a lie,
life passed by,learned how to fake a smile and cry inside.
I need a lift, a need to rejuvenate,
I need to release this hate, at this rate, I hope I'm not too late.
Overly emotional, this  experience..hurt my physical, mental, well- being
Who could cause so much pain, was it just me?
How could your aggression, and obsession allow me to numb the delight from life.
I neglect the light,the love, the girl, who once knew how to live.
She was wonderful, highly intellectual, and oh so beautiful,
Now she's evidence of physical,emotional damaged work from the palm of your hands.
Completely broken,maybe even for good.



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What I want to Say

How is it that I feel this way?
I don’t even know what kind of feeling it is
But I know it’s not a good one
I can’t even begin to tell you
Because I can’t even explain it myself
All I think about it you
I start to get these thoughts
They won’t go away
I wonder if you feel this way too
Like something’s missing
I re-read your texts to reassure myself
We lay on the bed in silence 
 I desperately want stories and laughs
I feel physically connected
But not mentally connected
day after day I’m the one puts in the time
Goes out of my way to make sure you’re ok
Why doesn’t it bounce back my way
Arnt I the one you said I meant the world to you
Then why don’t you show it
Im the girl that needs to be shown that what you say is true
That’s all I ask
This to me doesn’t seem like a big task


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TRUST

When will I learn what I know so well, this priceless thing You may have it from me kept strong and so closely that it's returned as we share it growing stronger each day as we keep and we hold it.Strange that it is, if either one sold it or broke it. Just once sad to say is enough that neither of one us would or could if I may hear words of pure truth no matter how true if the other had told it.No second chance just second guessing , every fond memory comes under question.The import of deeds now become past deceptions as the paths of our lives take a turn for the worse and what once was so simple a thing with no question .Second star from the left straight on all thats left is to mourn bad directions that led straight to this Hell.Sincerely I hope You have learned what it is I won't give You so long as I live Unless You have earned it , I have nothing to give.So TRUST in this as I TRUST it will serve You .I have TRUST in Your words in these ones alone .I didn't deserve You .TRUST me if only I'd known.       jAMES P Kail  thursday november 22 2012


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The Empty Rib Slot

Dedicated to all of the guys who helped me to make the checklist - thanks!

The Empty Rib Slot I think I might have A perfect checklist Highlights from men Gathered now missed Yes special highlights Each man carried some Now added to my checklist For a guy having it all in one This could be the key to find The man I’m dreaming of Not with bits and pieces One filled full of love A man made for me No it would be not I should fit perfectly Into an empty rib slot Let me share this list With every one of you Then decide for yourself If it could possibly be true My first check comes from This guy with dreamy eyes He deeply touched my soul Way more than ever realized He even had a special smile That made you want to grin No matter if life was down He encouraged me to win There was the big hugger With squeezes oh so tight He lifted me off the floor Like if I was taking flight He never did grow tired Of giving me those hugs I never had to ask for them He always did it out of love Then there was the dancer He stayed light on his feet He loved dancing with me Carrying rhythm and a beat Now of course on this list There certainly has to be That best friend I count on Who can also count on me I am even going to count The good points of quality Generated from my brothers And even from my daddy From them they all carry A very good temperament Always being so easy going Not looking for an argument When I am nestled in that slot With a perfect feel of passion All of his glory will then shine As it eludes from my reflection The most important one of all He who shares a spiritual side Being spiritually open with me Not allowing his beliefs to hide I know how this all may sound Like a crazy thing that I’ve got I want the man I fit snuggly with When I match his empty rib slot Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Who's To Blame

I feel tenderness in your words
  As you whisper my name
Softness from your sweet lips
  Caressing every inch of my body
Aching for your love; Helplessly I
  Lie awaiting your gentle touch

Take it, here baby, hold it, 
  Caress it with all your love;
For my heart is now yours
  Sent to you from up above.
Can you feel this love?
  
Are we ashamed as we call
  Out each other’s names?
When will we know whose to blame?
  
This love we share will never compare to any other. 
  Side by side, baby, can’t we see we are meant to be?  

Hold onto to me; I’ll hold onto you
  Forever and ever my love, just
    ME And YOU!!

Our souls have met and become one
  No mask can hide the love that’s
Felt deep inside.

Brought here by fate we stand
  Hand and hand at the beginning of
The road that will lead us to
    OUR DESTINY!!

So now baby, we can say, we are not ashamed
  As we call out each other’s names.

You see my love; FATE AND DESTINY
   Will remain the blame!!

We now know this love we have is true, because it
  Is felt between me and you!!


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L O M L Always

The thought of her smiling gave me faith
From when we were little we bathe
My mother and her mother is best friends
They both took care of us and gifts they send
We pulled each others hair
And she was always quick to dare
When I smiled at her she knew it was no good
She learned to pull me up and she understood
I just wanted her attention and that she gave
She knew it in her heart love was my slave
From when we were a child with full of energy I had my way
She was the one who was my guide and she did not push me away
When I saw her cry one day and her eyes was so sad
I gave her a flower and I smiled at her and made her glad
When some one special leaves her heart
I sat by her and never wanted to depart
She is the love of my life always
She is the one who gave me my hope through out my days
So I gave her my heart and love from within
And I did not make it thin
I stood by her side since I was a child
I gave her my support when we were wild
She knew who I was and I let her go the distance
I did not hate her or give her resistance
My mother and her mother are great friends and their virtue will never end
Because of their love they both trusted us to live our ways to transcend
So my childhood friend was my best friend, and now my wife
She new it from the start that we part of each others life


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Why Had I Asked Him to the Ball

My best friend, Suzanne, and I went to the same church.
I lived in Coral Gables; She lived in Cutler Ridge.
Her boyfriend went to my school; I had no boyfriend.
Being friends at church some of us talked at lunch.
Clayton was a spiritual, handsome, popular kid.
I was a shy and some said cute girl about 12 years old.
Girls my age living in Coral Gables could enter a pageant.
My parents saw me as Junior Miss Orange Bowl Queen.
But beauty goes more than skin deep and I was terrified!
I was so nervous that my ankles buckled while on stage.
Relieved, I was eliminated in the second round.
Being a looser was the least of my problems.
I needed a date for the Junior Orange Bowl Queen’s Ball.
Clayton lived in Coral Gables, too; so, I asked him.
I think we were all surprised when he said, Yes.”
I asked him because he was a friend and I felt safe.
Of course, Suzanne looked at it very differently.
She was hurt and they broke up not long after that.
I had a tonsillectomy on the day of the Ball.
My relationship with Suzanne was strained since that time.
I felt horrible about loosing our close friendship.
After high School, sadly, she ended communications.
Many years later, both of us married with children,
We visited at her home; she was dying.  I cried.
It was then, when we were in our late thirties, that she asked.
Why, had I asked her, then, boyfriend, Clayton to the ball.
Being so young, and not understanding attraction, then,
I thought it would be okay; he was just a friend…

ã June7, 2012
Dane Ann Smith-Johnsen

Written for Poetry Soup Member Contest:  ORNERY BEST FRIENDS
Sponsored by: Carol Brown


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Surrendered to my Love

I searched for you night and day,
My lungs gave out and breath gave way.
It was endless in miles and vast in count.
 
The treasures in measure are heavy in amount.
Piece by piece I seek to find,
Gathering myself with a soul and mind!
 
I prayed for you day and night,
My heart gave way and my feelings gave out.
I was surrendered to my love without a doubt!
 
 
© Copyright: Ann Rich   2006


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So Much Love From God

God loves me so much From the heavens above He has truly given me So very much love Different types of love Each starts like a seed That grows deep inside Creating a special need First the undying love Is where it all starts With Jesus Christ placed Perfectly in my heart Then the individual love Of being one’s self As God made me to be Like no other one else The peaceful calmness That nature shares Offers the serene love To wash away cares The caring love of parents Is such a wonderful gift So many others have not And their spirits I try to lift The loyal love of siblings I am very thankful for Even with lives apart Our love is evermore Enduring love comes from My wonderful large family No matter the ups and downs They never give up on me The precious love of children My most cherished gifts of all Though my angels have all grown They are to me little dots so small The kind love of in-laws Is such a bonus I am given Making my loved one’s lives All worth a reason for living The joyous love of grandchildren Each a true blessing from above Bubbling joy flows from them all Filling me with a delightful love The devotional love of pets No one could closely compare To the never ending devotion That will always be there The faithful love of friends With truth of consistent fact I can always count on them To be there to catch my back True passionate love of a man I thought would never bloom I only dreamed of how it’d be So wonderful I would assume Now that I’ve been touched By the true passion of a man I feel the dreams come true Feeling so wonderful ‘tis am All these gifts of love God gives to me within Are opened very carefully As each is specially given For a seed of love to grow Takes patience and then some I enjoy each moment of growth As there is so much more to come Florence McMillian (Flo)


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If I Could Fly

If I could fly, where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away my wings would carry me,
My destination not known!
If I could fly, I’d capture all of the Sun’s rays.
Up and away!
What a sight to see with such a grand milestone!
If I could fly, 
I would always look below.
Down and deep!
My eyes focused only on you.
My journey’s still unknown.
If I could fly, I’d stay on top with memories buried to keep.
Down and deep!
What an experience just to fly through!
Such a waste without you!

If I could fly, I would soar with my best perfection.
Soaring with pride!
My life achieved.
My destination excluding restrictions!
If I could fly, I’d forever remember this glide.
Soaring with pride!
What a thought to preconceive.
Such bright reflections!
If I could fly where in the world would I possibly go?
Up and away I would go only with you.
My destination remaining incognito!
If I could fly, I’d want to stay up and away!
What an incredible zone just to pass through!
Such a magnificent plateau!
If I could fly, I’d fly only for you!


®Registered: 1997 ANN RICH


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Promise

"If I promise to love you,"
I said with a smile, 
"What would you give me?
And make it worthwhile,"

"Would you give me a star,
straight from the night sky?
A celestial body,
to please my own eye?"

"Would you give me the ocean,
filled of the angels' tears?
A big salty pool,
to treasure for years?"

"Would you hand me the forests,
all green with life?
A leafy terrain,
to end all my strife?"

"But wait,"
I say, rethinking my query,
"Nevermind my love!"
I exclaimed, quite merry

"Don't answer that question,"
I explained to my dear,
"I will promise you that, no matter,
just promise the same, and I shan't shed a tear"


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A visit by Cuda

She 
sang 
a 
song 
unheard 
of,
patted 
my 
lips
and 
whispered 
something 
i 
could 
not 
understand,
neither 
could 
i 
feel 
the 
bruises 
on 
my 
lips
when 
she 
and 
her 
shadow 
were 
gone,
leaving 
behind 
a 
skeleton 
too 
real 
to 
be 
skeletal

The 
skeleton 
which 
gives 
me 
company
but 
never 
said 
a 
word 
ever 
since 
we 
met,
The 
skeleton 
which 
convinces 
me
that 
Cuda 
is 
not 
at 
all 
a 
mystery
but 
a 
thesis 
which 
only 
i 
can 
claim 
full 
mastery

Miles 
away 
she 
stands 
resolute
on 
a 
balcony 
overlooking 
my 
pity 
tattered 
world.
The 
letters 
that 
i 
write,
she 
can 
jump 
and 
drop 
a 
response 
by
but 
i 
cannot 
fly,
the 
balcony 
is 
way 
too 
high.


She 
is 
only 
that 
which 
i 
saw 
in 
a 
mail
and 
through 
these 
visions
towards 
her 
i 
sail,
whistling 
the 
song 
she 
only 
sang 
for 
me 
first,
Upraised 
by 
this 
not 
so 
skeletal 
skeleton,
i 
recited 
the 
lyrics
even 
without 
much 
knowledge 
of 
the 
meaning
Do 
not 
doubt 
my 
singing 
(Cuda)
If 
you 
listen 
to 
my 
whistle
Forever 
more 
we 
shall 
be 
kissing 
(ndinokuda)


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A Rock I'm Not

A ROCK I'M NOT I might like rocks But a rock I’m not And I really like rocks A really whole lot Now rocks you see Stand strong alone No feelings to be And no emotion Lets rock and roll On what this is about I think you should know And I won’t scream and shout I may portray that appearance To have the stance of a rock I have feelings is the difference So again I say a rock I am not I know it takes so long for me To get to the point of the matter But I like to tell it descriptionally That turns into a bunch of chatter Each time with me You hold me tight And it seems to be With all your might Caressing me so dear With all that passion Your body so near In a loving fashion Then where I’m at You put me down Like a drop of a hat You forget I’m around I always wait patiently For you to again pass by I wonder if you think of me Or if you ever even really try With each little bit I gave you a lot You know I did I’m not a rock Getting little bits of you Was always fine with me I was totally satisfied too More than dreamed to be I didn’t ask for more attention I gave you your space and such But just a little consideration Shouldn’t be asking too much I’m not like some rock To pass by and ignore I will be treated not Like that any more I always dream as big as I can And bigger dreams God brings to me So I’m sure to have a wonderful man Coming around the bend eventually Now when it comes to that day And I will not even have a notion He will pick me up and take me away To a level of true love and devotion He will want what I’ve got And I’ll be a gem in his eyes He will see that a rock I’m not Maybe something you didn’t realize When I reach that moment You and I will no longer be So maybe appreciate the enjoyment That you get with the little bits of me I know I said a lot But a gem is what I am So a rock I am not A big gem – ‘tis am – Tizam! Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Our Little Girl

The light I see
In your eyes
only when I speak of her.
Our little one.
She would have had your eyes,
your nose.
she would have had my hair 
and my my mouth.
Our little girl would have been perfect.
But that horrible day in July,
I cried and I hated myself.
That horrific day in July when I lost her.
My world broke down.
Now when I speak of her. 
Your eyes water up, 
as do mine.
But one day we'll see her. 
I promise.
Our little girl, 
is waiting for us.
I promise.
And one day,
she'll finally say daddy.
Our little girl.


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confidence

I am in love with you

I am wishing that tonight that I will be able to make love to you

I want you to pull my hair

I wanna make that honeymoon sex that cant be compared

Daddy, I want you to give me your all, put your all into it that I almost become visually impaired....

Lets make love in ways we never dared

Make me cry out your name and I promise when I get on top I will deliver the same, but 

the way I throw it back you will be calling out my whole entire name...

I told you before you entered my bedroom I wont playing any games

My sex game is so phenomenal I was told that I deserve to be in the hall of fame!!!!


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The King of Charm

The King of Charm I have searched for and wondered Just who my prince charming would be You know the one who was made Specifically for me He will want to treat me Like I am the very best He will make me feel like I’m better than all of the rest He will really want to hold me Not only when I ask him to It will just be something He truly wants to do The kisses he gives to me Will be so very sweet That I’ll tingle all over From my head to my feet His love for me Will be so real That I’ll know how A woman should feel He will be my soul mate Though I have had one before We never shared our life together So this time will certainly be more It’s as if the journey Goes on and on again As if it’s in a spin cycle Without reaching an end I’m really in a higher category As a friend pointed out to me I actually need a level above Who a prince charming would be Now the next level up From a prince charming love Would have to be a king’s status So that’s why I’ve only had love duds I may only be the queen of drama As is what my friend actually said It still carries the category of a queen So those are the steps I’m going to tread Now I am turning in a new direction Away from those prince charming men They seem to be galloping all around me Just not meeting the criteria of my searching So it really must be the king of charm The one who will find true love with me Together we will share our dreams of life And live together forever very happily Florence McMillian (Flo)


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Last Love

Love – a single word to relieve from all sorts of stress
A curing medicine fromcomplete sickness
A boosting therapy to energize oneself
A high-drug tablet to overcome worries
A model which doesn’t tear to pieces
A preservative to save human soul
A magical garden having summer throughout  the year
A blooming flower whose fragrance never sheds
A virus which cannot be shattered
A strange feel sometimes at first sight.

An endless stream taking source from mountains-where
 There is no instance of water foundation
  With neither a beginning nor an end
Starting from the eyes,
 stimulating the pulses,
entering the tissues,
 electrifying veins,
piercing the brainpower,
 pressurizing the blood vessels,
widening sensational thoughts,
 demolishing every part of incapability,
facing world with a chuckle in cheeks.

 -were the symptoms happened to me – when
  I too was caught as a victim.
It inspired whole organs of the body,
  making it a slave to Him.
Though grasped my heart's room for a short occasion - and
  Even if the person doesn’t deserve to be placed,
     The position is impossible to be replaced by any other
I was suspected to be flying far above ozone
  unaware my legs are static and silent in soil
Unsure of its advent, keyed up with its anticipation, 
  Moved at its motivation, wretched due to its annulment-and 
Now I’m in a lifeless state after the Loss of all my GAINS.

Clutching his hands, 
Clinging his shoulders,
Hours of conversations,
Desire to fulfill his every wishes ?
Locking my voice, when his anger raises,
A divine compromise following a huge quarrel,
Lived like a couple for awhile, unconscious that it was a play. . 
Believed of  walking unto the glittery path,
 I fell into the sun-which Burnt me entirely 
From brain cells destroying throughout my flair.

Clarify my doubts:
Am I attracted to your affectionate masculine talks?
	Is my mind polluted with your filthy lies?
	Is that warmth friendliness mistaken as Love?
	Is Possessiveness mistaken as Love?
	Is an act of care mistaken as Love?
	Is your Fleeting look mistaken as Love? Or else
	Is it substantial bodily Lust mistaken as Love?
Even after knowing U are a cheat, why couldn’t I ignore U?
May be I might have chosen a wrong person to love.
       But my Love never went wrong… being contented with my sorrows and tears.
Its my journey treasuring the pleasurable pain of my Last Love * * 		$$Good Bye$$


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Keep on Knocking

To live a life of splendor
   A life of joy, comfort, and wonder

You knocked...
   I opened.

Trust me, believe me, stand by me
   The one in your dreams, let me be

You knocked...
   I opened.

Walls slowly came crumbling down
  Unaware of what was bound

You knocked...
  I opened.

If only you came with a caution sign
   so I could at least resign

You knocked...
   I still opened.

Let the truth be told
   For this I am too old

You knocked...
   I cannot open.

Was I the fool
   to be had by such a tool?

You continued to knock...
   I will not open.

Farewell to you and your cruel lies
   I turn a deaf ear to all your cries

You knocked...
   I will NEVER open!


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THOUGHTS ON THE MATTER

Written for Grace Keithley-Lee to express her thoughts on a particular matter

THOUGHTS ON THE MATTER I want to express my thoughts On this matter at hand A matter concerning A relationship of a good man Though it’s not my business To interfere or say what’s what He happens to be my brother I feel his pain down in my gut The relationship started off With so much love flowing They were the perfect couple And all could see them glowing Their happiness was an example That inspired me all the time To know that a good relationship I certainly would also be able to find I did find my true love About three years ago At that time their love Was still perfectly so I really don’t know Where it all went wrong A seemingly perfect love Now ending and saying so long It really matters not why Or what the reasons may be We should wish them the best In both their separate journeys Sure everyone has their sides To the story as it now goes It is really just between them Their feelings no one knows We should not speculate Of who did what or would Or even dig around for the dirt We should only remember the good There is good and bad in everything That’s one thing we all know is true They both need our support because Breaking up is hard enough to do There is no need in degrading To either one or the other The cruelty of the words Are painful to my brother Sometimes relationships Just need to come to an end Even if both are good people We can still lose a good friend Things were said in a hurtful way And were not really necessary Now I’ve also lost a close friend And that really does hurt to me Just a note now that it is over It was her choice to walk away I choose to remember the good No matter what any others say I ask all of you to please Let them handle it, if you will With moving ahead in their futures Letting their hearts to begin to heal Florence McMillian (Flo)


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i am a dreamer

She cud feel the attraction between them, 
She took a step closer to him, 
It was like a magnet was pulin her towards him, 
His warmth was like a blanket put on her to keep
 her warm in a winter nyt... 

His breath was warm, 
But it made her feel cold. 
All she wanted was to tuk into his warm arms. 
When he took her in his arms, 
Her world stopped, 
it was all she needed. 

She felt as if she was dreaming, 
She was a dreamer, 
Today she was in a dream, 
A dream she wudnt want to wake up from. 
The feeling came from within her 
She felt her heart dancing, shaking, 
She loved the feeling, everything was clear to her now. 

She cud feel the love... 
Even tho she had neva experienced
 anything of ths kind b4, 
she knew it was love 
Everything felt so real to her. 
He had a smooth touch, 
His lips were sweet nd wet. 
She wud love to keep them locked in his 
for as long as tym cud allow it. 

He talked to her, 
Now she realised that it all is real, 
She is not dreaming. 
His words were those of love. 
He was expressing his undying love for her. 
She felt his presence in her life. 

He was, he is wat she needs, 
She is in a real world with him 
And that's all that matters to her, 
He is the main reason for her everyday smile. 
She put her arms around him 
She kissed him back and smiled. 

She is in love with him too...


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God or Father Christ

Apostle is a priest
Eternal Son is the Apostle of Eternal Father
Eternal Father gave the name Christ when He was baptized by St. John the Baptist
He ordered the 12 apostle to preach His Gospel

He was the Highest Priest of the Universal Church
Universal means Catholic or Roman Catholic
There is a purgatory
Yes, purgatory is in the bible

The 2nd book of Maccabees, Old Testament
Purgatory or Purification
Intellectually understood 
All as in everybody should be under Eternal Son’s Universal Church

Eternal Son is the Highest Priest of the Catholic or Roman Catholic Church
It is for the righteous to call Eternal Son Father Christ
Eternal Father is in Him
Father Christ sends the Holy Spirit


Christians will be in the Purgatory
Until they learn from their Initiation before going to heaven
On earth is called Rite of Christian Initiation for Adults R.C.I.A. to be the true Christian
Three types are slain

Father Christ is the pathway to heaven
To face Eternal Father and the Divines
It is my job to inform everybody
Visit www.fatherchristdivinetruth.org to know more


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Not the Better One

She’s the better one
Beautiful and what you deserve
Comparison is not an option
A rock to a diamond
I make little to none shine
And she can make mountains
Upon a hill of grind

Full with hate of what I've become to day
Disgusted with the monster
That’s been created an atomic bomb
And I feel all the shame
Wishing to change everyday
I am a nothing compared to that

Perfect is what she is
Cute is what you two are
Monstrous is what I am
Killing is what you’re doing
Burning away every dream is what’s happening
She is better one
Wishing it was me
She is the better one


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PASSION HEAT

your body next to mine,
no better perfect crime.
trying not to get burned,
this lesson was hard to learn.
to get away with you;
heat that only exists for you,
passion that never dies,
measures of extreme emotional fire.
fire that quenches,
benefits that is so twisted.
melting in your gaze:
those were the times of days,
innocent just added to the thrill and suspense of the memories,
times of ecstasy that i miss.
more than genuine attraction of being together!
chemistry with a mystery,
courtesy of chivalry.
sparks blazing from within the inner depths of your soul!


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He Woke Me Up

Sound asleep when his screaming wakes me up.
“Why would you do this? No decency to tell me!”
Waking up I hear his words but still don’t know what they mean
“Your best friend? “Oh don’t be so jealous!” he throws my words back at me.
Hearing him, I understand.
Did he open my email? Did he go through my phone?
He stops his ranting, He looks sad and lost.
His shoulders drop and he breathes deep.
Sitting on the edge of our bed he looks me in the eyes.
Gently he puts his hands to either side of my head.
In a whisper he tells me “I could kill you, you know?”
Softly he touches his nose to mine.
He tilts his head until his lips brush mine.
“I want you out of my house for two o’clock.”
He gets up and walks out the door, dropping my phone as he goes.


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I Wonder, How are You?

As I open my eyes at early dawn 
Soft sun light streaming through the naked limbs of the old oak  
Filter through laced-curtains hung even though its winter
To let in the light by day or the light of a moonlit night
I greet our Maker at first then my thoughts run straight to you 

And I wonder how are you? Are you well? Are you awake?
Did they give you a warm blanket last night,
One of the coldest days of winter?
What did they feed you for supper?
Did you stay up ‘till 2:00 as you usually do?

As I go through my day I feel your love trailing me
As I move from one place to another
Embracing, teasing me, imploring, “Come sit awhile with me”
Did you feel my warmth in the letter I wrote?
D'ya notice, I tried to outdo you! You wrote twelve compared to fifteen!?

I need to tell you everyday how much I love you, just as you are
That I thank you for being there for me with encouraging
Words, holding me, loving me, lifting me, accepting me 
Just as I am, needing me as I need you, believing undoubtedly
Our long search is over, we have finally arrived

To: My Love, JAM, a gem that is entangled, buried deep in a world not of his making
From:  His peanut butter, Sunshine*


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Invisible Music

My ears are ringing, singing
to the tune of invisible music
as I fall into bed after a
short, scalding shower after a
long, exhausting night of dancing at the clubs
after I left the game with that beautiful,
beautiful young black-haired lady after
I spirited her away from her friends in an old sedan
after I called to see if it was okay after
I spent an agonizing hour eating in silence in a
restaurant with my friends who all had dates
after she called to say she couldn’t come,
her little sister needed her, her friends were coming over,
after I thought we’d set our plans into stone
after we spent hours on the phone talking the night away
after I had asked her to Homecoming,
after I had first laid eyes on her,
after I had changed my schedule from Film
Studies to Creative Writing
on a whim.


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I'm Looking

I'm looking for someone I can kiss Oh I'm looking for a good girl but finding a good girl is like surfing the web and not seeing porn. I'm looking for someone to hold at night, Oh I'm looking for a good girl but finding a good girl is like going to the strip club and not getting glitter on your lap. I'm looking for someone to love and love me back. Oh I'm looking for a good girl but finding a good girl is like going to the beach and not getting sand in places there should not be sand. Oh I'm just looking for a good girl.


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burning

IT IS STILL BURNING A FLAME I HAVE TRIED TO PUT OUT EVERYTIME I AM LONELY YOUR FACE COMES SMILING DAY DREAMING ABOUT YOU NO OTHER HAD LEFT SUCH PRINTS DENYING REALITY WOULD BE MUCH PAIN I LET IT BURN AND BURN TO FREE MY HEART FROM THIS PRISON HOW NOW EVERYTHING REMINDS ME YOU THE LONG DAYS OF SOLITARY COULD NOT DRIVE THIS AGONY HOW I REALISE NOW THAT IT IS STILL BURNING, BURNING FOR YOU


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An American Story

Blood rained down like teardrops
Down her cheeks and to the floor
Her head was resting on my lap
And she took breath no more

Love as fleeting as the sun
Cares as wasteful as moonlight
I made a promise there
To make things right

I arose to meet my destiny
I awoke like a beast in heat
I reached for the gun on the floor
And said goodbye to my sweet

Angie . . . .
            Angie. . . .
                        Angie . . . .

My own voice echoed in my head
Like thunder pulsing through my ears
I wiped my own tears on my shirt
And went to face my fears

"I'll be back my love."
My voice like sandpaper
The gun felt like a brick
The weight of my promise to her

My boots creaked across wooden boards
My thoughts ran like a river
Never stopping but going nowhere
Treading aimlessly forever

My shirt was red with her
Angie's life had spilled out on me
I wrung the shirt with my empty hand
And set her spirit free

A song was playing soft and barely heard
It drifted in like a spring time breeze
This musical wind strolled through my open door
And set my mind at ease

I followed this breeze to the street
And left it as I found my car
Setting down on the driver's side
I looked back toward my open door

Angie. . . .
            Angie . . . .
                        Angie. . . .

Alone I left her there

I promise to
Who did this to you
Will meet the same fate

Angie. . . .
            Angie . . . .
                        Angie. . . .

Alone I left her there


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Beauty and the Unpublished Author


Far away in a little town tucked in the corner of a map
Lives the girl who ruined his heart
And broke his life

While with him she would smile and laugh so sweet
Tender as only she could be
In his heart she lit even the corners so deep

With time she became his definition of life
In all he did he had her in mind
Life wasn’t life without him seeing her smile

As moments grew into weeks
The flower of his heart started to reveal its wilt
In her eyes no longer was the sparkle he was used to seeing

Winds carried awful odour of their disorder
Tales went round of her illicit exploits behind the counter
The man with the shop at the corner savoured all the honey she offered

At first he dismissed the whispers with laughter
But soon he discovered he was the only one on the other side of reality’s border
Yes indeed, another prince had taken over

Trouble was how sincerely he loved her
Problem was that even she had only love to offer
Issue was he hadn’t yet sold a dime of the books he authored


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The Bestest Thing

The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss 
I was just a little tyke and don't know what I'd missed 
She was only five years old and I a grown up six 
The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss 
Her hair was blonde and curly and her cheeks a rosey red 
The wonder of something exciting and new danced inside my head 
I don't know why I did it I guess something inside me clicked 
The bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss 
When I kissed her, and on the lips, my temperature did rise 
I felt my stomach turn upside down and I wanted to take off and fly
What a tremendous, fun feeling, when I saw her wearing a smile
OHHHHHH yes! the bestest thing I ever did was to give a girl a kiss
 

David Gary Pennington 


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Death and beyond

Hours transpired like every other day. Perched on the trees, sparrows chirped, keeping the dreadful silence at bay, and sunlight across the land, whipped. Laid there on the grassy lawn, was a lovely lass dressed in a corset. Smelling the blossoms like a fawn, enchanted was she by nature's best. Up the hill ran a hysterical lad, his face as white as a sheet, shattered her heart to more than just a shard, and made her swoon to her feet. Minutes rolled to hours, and hours to days, and there she sat like a stone. With her eyes so lifeless and cold, her once rosy lips now as dry as a bone. Draining her blood was her soul, turning her visage as of a ghoul. Neither did she eat, nor drink, as she stooped over life's brink. Deep down was an endless bottom, which her rotting psyche couldn't fathom. The day came when her eyes lit up, like a hopeless spark in a dark cavern. She let go and set her eyes on the stars afar, and said "I'll be there wherever you are".


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You noticing

You noticing me crying
You noticing me being happy
You noticing me being depressed
You noticing my smile
You noticing my frecklce
You noticing my brown eyes
You noticing my pretty face
You noticing my feelings
You noticing my shyness
You noticing me blushing
You noticing my braveness
You noticing my courage

You noticing me!


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Boy and Girl

A young girl runs around the park looking at flowers.
She looks at them and smells them. 
This littler girl eyes lights up.
She sees all these yellow flowers and started to run around.
She goes through them.
She stops in the middle of a yellow patch of flowers.
She raises her arms up and smiles and screams happily.

A young boy was running around in the brush he sees her.
She has long golden brown hair and a great smile.
He notices that she had green eyes.
He notices that she likes flowers.
He runs around and looks for the perfect flower.
He sees several odd looking ones.
He does not know what she would like.

The young girl sees this boy running around in the bushes.
She tries to ignore him but she could not.
She saw him with short black shiny hair and light brown eyes.
She thought that he looks mischievous.
She also thought he was a regular boy who likes hide and seek.
It also looked weird that the boy was looking at flowers.
She thought.

By now the he saw her looking at her so he purposely started to hide.
He got into the bushes but these bushes had thorns in them.
He looked at the bush and saw a yellow and red flower.
He thought this was the right flower to get her.
He peeked out of the bush and sees her playing.
He looked to make sure he did not get a thorny stem.

The boy meets the girl and ran around her and showing off.
She sees him do this and thought it was ok.
She looks over at her mom and sees another mom.
The only two people other than her and her mom must be these two.
She stopped dancing and looks at him.
The moms see both of them and realize that something was going to happen.

The boy’s mom takes out a camera.
As he had his hand around his back hiding the flower, he notices her mom.
He stopped and looked at her and smiled.
She stopped and looked at him and smiled.
He has her attention and gives her the flower.
The flower was a red and yellow rose.
They became friends for life.


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AFTER THE DIVIDE

Your oval face
is framed by bouncy curls
you smile as if only for me
how I wish I could run my fingers through those curls,
gently move the ones 
That’s shading your hazel eyes from the world,

your bare shoulders an invitation 
to caress your soft smooth skin
that shimmers in harmony with 
the lighting of the room
everyone seems to fade away 
while my eyes see only you

the vision conjures thoughts of 
my favourite place, our secret place
where we would undress each other slowly
cover each other with fervour kisses 
your lips would pursue the trail left by your fingers
every touch would awaken my senses 

the words you whisper make love to my mind
as your touch made love to my body
a fool’s wish made in madness, that we 
could have those moments back
a wish that was not meant to be, 
your fire has died for me...

My replacement found
I hope he makes you happy
I wish you well 
or maybe not
it hurts like hell...
“it’s not something you did or didn’t do
it’s something I did or didn’t do”

That was your final words
as you closed the door
On our love, on our secret place…
See this face? I have survived 
my heart is still beating
it has not stopped
there is life after you...


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Gathering Strom

storm clouds gather 
in the gray of your eyes 
clearly I see the rage in you rise 
my heart starts to pound 
at my imminent demise 
knowing what’s coming 
the feeling, it’s numbing 
your hatred is clear 
even through the blur of my tears 
but I’ll weather this storm 
a routine that’s become our norm 
the bruises I’ll hide 
to no one will I confide 
for fear of being alone 
scarier than any violence you’ve shown 
because this too shall pass 
only a few moments will it last 
you’re always sorry, so very sorry 
holding me in your arms crying 
I know that you’re trying 
my tears become yours 
forgiveness your eye implores 
I should not have pushed you so 
knowing where the argument would go 
you tell me you love me 
so gentle you can be 
so tender your touch 
next time I’ll remember 
not to push so much





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The Bow-Wow Song !

I was ‘ Walking ’ back from grocery shopping
When I saw something, that had me hopping…
… mad, I mean… at what I seen
… a Man treating a Dog, just like a Queen !

They rode past in a top-down car
She had shades on, like a Movie-Star
My bags dropped down, due to shock…
… Now… What She got, that I ain’t got?

… Her big ears blowing in the wind
Now, I know, that’s Man’s Best Friend
But the only reason, I figured, I was Walking
is ‘cause I need a new kind-of-Talking :

Bow-Wow!     Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!     Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!     Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…    … see I can Manage …
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
-	    to Bow-Wow
                    and it’s Alright Now

Now, I knew, something was wrong with that Sight
Can my Bark, be worse than Her Bite?
I started to Listen to the Canine next Door
Yapping and a Howling – made ‘em give Her More…

Then I hung around the Local Pet-Shop
I Finally figured out “What They Got !”
The next Man came, I Said, “They’s Expensive,
You may as well, get yourself a ‘Mrs’…”

                    … Bow-Wow!
  
Bow-Wow!      Get my  tail to Wagging
Bow-Wow!      Ain’t too Proud for Begging
Bow-Wow!      Learn another kind of Language
Bow-Wow…   … see I can Manage
Bow-Wow !
I’m slowly Learning How
	     to Bow-Wow
                     and it’s Alright Now

Well… We were already happily Married, when He said, “Let’s get a Dog”
I sat up straight… went to sniffing, as silent-whistle-warnings, went off
I jumped in front of Him … and started to Tease…
“We don’t need nothing ‘round with Fleas !”

… and if You scratch behind My Ears,
I’ll make the kind of noise, you love  to Hear ! …

Bow-Wow!      Move Over Rover
Bow-Wow!      Fe-Fe, Its Over !
Bow-Wow!      This is My Growler
                     Git’ A Little Louder … Bow – Wow !

                 Bow-Wow… Wuff  Wuff  Wuff

         Carol Brown… This One’s For You Kiddo’
         And Your Great Sense of Humor (Smile)
              This Poem is From Bygone Days
(Wouldn’t You Know… The Silly One’s Always Survive)
                         Hope You Enjoy It….

                                  MoonBee


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He Has Me

He Has ME

You act like a victim my dear

Though I promise you, you're not the victim here

We did absolutly nothing to you

But if you want to act like we did that go ahead and do

We dont really care what you have to say

Because we would rather you just walk away

You are simply drama that no one needs

So dear stop with the pointless pleads

No one cares what you have to say

When you messed with his head in that way

You may regret leaving him honey

But that doesnt change the fact that he has me

Only insecure people want revenge dear

SO just think about how YOU must APPEAR


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Whats My Name?

I'm falling down a rabbit hole,

Down, down, down.

No...I'm not Alice...

This isn't just a dream,

This is our reality.

 

I've never fallen faster,

Never been so careless.

Love at first sight,

You make me fearless.

Light catches seize of the shadows,

In a white light washed night.

 

Racing, speeding, down the way,

Twist, twirl, curve, dip, in, out, in between,

Up, down, inside out, night to day.

The clocks hands fly,

Each minute, second, passing faster by.

You take my hand,

It all just melts away.

I'm lost in your arms,

That kiss, I'm breathless.

What's my name?


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What Happens Behind Closed Doors

What we do behind closed
Doors, stays behind them…

For us to know only…

Of the lust and the
sex is for us to know…

For no other has the
right or is it their business 
to know what happens,
behind closed doors…

The sex that happens should
 be for us to know and kept
behind closed doors…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004


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Music For The Deaf

Once in awhile, I get so low I can feel myself falling faster into the quick sand. In this case, your love is the pit in which I’m sinking. Can you not hear me crying out for help? Because, I swear I can’t do this on my own. I need you to pull me up.. I guess you don’t see that inside I’m all shook up. I’ll be better off without you, that way I can get myself up and dressed out of this mess. You use me for your own good, but what about my sanity? This lovesick melody that I keep singing to is tearing apart the innocence of me. If you can’t see that, then why do I keep on trying to catch up to you? You won’t have to hear about it anymore though, I’m done with what you made me out to be. I’m too good to be set up by a fool like you! You’ll see one day, my dear. This melody that had me dying inside, is nothing more than music to the deaf now! But, don’t worry.. Maybe, one day you’ll see.. Just Don’t come back to me.


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Hands

To hold ones hand, takes
 many steps…

First you approach, and then reached 
out to shake ones hand…

To hold ones hand, in a romantic 
way you would grasp it, gently…

You can intertwine, your fingers
 with the others or simple 
grasp the hand softly…

Walking hand-in-hand, with one’s 
hand enclasped, in that of
another’s…

Hands are important, for many 
skills, use hand techniques to
assemble small to large objects…

Need them to eat with, comb your hair,
 bathe and brush your teeth…

Hands are an important, part of ones
upper limbs you use your hands to
hold, carry and write…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004


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The Hurricane

The hurricane, so viscous, so violent!
Yes, it must rain.
This force is behind, 
This force beyond!
Yet, finally it came.
The winds, clever and dangerously rough,
Please measure this poll.
Dark clouds consume the heavenly skies, capturing ones soul.
With a love so hard, yet, a love much too cold!
Our world now spins, hopeless and out of control!
You are you and I am me,
Together, our climates capture and debate this Sea.
These winds are too strong, our sky so dark and dim.
Stricken with fear, too afraid to release what is deep within.
The storm is here, so grab onto your soul! 
Yet, beware! This one is fearless and this one we share.
Scream its name and it shall cry its love,
For it be you, far beyond the heavens above!
Hold your strength with a grip so tight,
That storm will surely break, so where’s your fight?
This hurricane can surely hold its own.
Our little world can and will be shown.
Our damage is as our damage does,
Surely this tiny world isn’t our just and only cause!
You hold that thought and forever we shall be,
True love bound and forbidden to set itself free,
Held within you and deep within me,
This love was meant forever, 
One day this you shall see!
This hurricane loves, yet, 
It wills to hate,
The forbidden fruit conquered by its very own fate.
Give your seeds, but stand your ground. 
Forever in this world!
For once we shall not be lost, but found.            

®Registered: Ann Rich 1997                                           


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Her First Homicide- part one

As I bounded down the stairs, I caught you watching me.
With blue green eyes, it was the first time I saw you.
My mother introduced you as her gay friend from work.
She said you could be converted, I wondered why she’d want to.

You were only a twenty three year old waiter
With mahogany waves of hair draped down your chest.
You became a regular at my house, drinking in my living room.
So the day you showed up hours early was just like the rest.

I sat down beside you as you poured a drink and handed it to me.
This was the beginning us, soon you were coming over every day.
You let me inside you and told me everything, It made me have to ask
How if you had never been with a woman, could you know you’re gay?

I’d caught you speechless, a rare thing for you
You couldn’t come up with any good reasons
Just that it was the first thing you experienced and you liked it
You’d only had sex with men. I had only willingly slept with woman.

One night, on the couch in your apartment
You leaned down to kiss my lips.
Everything after became a blur
Your body brail beneath my fingertips.

We gave ourselves to each other that night
For the first time, sex felt safe to me.
The beginning of you and I together
Another secret we both had to keep.

I wanted to experience everything new with you
And do everything I had done already, with you there.
I felt certain that your presence could make anything better.
The world could have been falling down outside, I didn’t care.

It was my own fault for seeing you stronger than the others.
There are some things I never should have introduced you to.
But I was so eager to run away form the pain in my life.
So before I took my hit, I emptied the syringe into you.

So began another lesson, I wish I had already learned.
Unlike me, you refused to come back from your escape.
And the more I would try to talk you back to the world
The more and more you would take.

to be continued....


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Satire-AN UNAMOROUS SENTIMENT

Hopper's painted a sober couple
with an unamorous sentiment;
two lovers with faces too distant,
with hands not touching, not feeling...
just being realistic and sensible,
reflecting on a tomorrow that was coming.
 


The exterior colors are of a depressing dark,
and the interior ones are mixed with bright
ones...with an ivory tone consuming their sober faces;
why are they staring into nothingness, sensing sadness?
We can't feel what they feel, or hear what they hear,
but their thoughtfulness is as intense as the evening' whisper. 



Theirs was an era when Elvis was the undisputed king,
and his music was played on an old-fashioned record player;
perhaps his blues were the ones they loved to sing,
but the pretty boy from Tennessee was much younger and happier than they ever were,
not wearing a blue t-shirt, brown slacks and a classic hairdo,
and he rode in his red Chrevolet with a style that was envied by everyone in Hollywood. 



Hopper's theme should have been much livelier than this,
not as morose as his summer's evening melancholic portrait;
and who could judge him for expressing himself in a such way?
Perhaps it was a realistic scene he had experienced with his fiancee,
observe the artist's rendition of the unpleasant mood he was in...
and shouldn't have he painted it with a more intimate and amorous sentiment?


Copyright 2009 by Andrew Crisci


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I am Not Poison

There are many types,
 of poisons, like poison ivy, 
hemlock, sumac, we also
have belladonna, and arsenic.

I am not poison, neither 
have venom, nor a virus…

Why have I not, heard from 
you for such a long time…

Did I say something,
that you didn’t like?

You can call or you come 
over whenever you want…

I am not toxic, nor am 
I venomous, nor do 
I have a virus...

I am not poisonous…

By Sandra L. Hoban
©2004


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You Are My Curse

I had to let it all go,
The day and night,
Their hours ran too slow.
It was more than just a fight.
I trusted you and knew you,
My love succumbed to the worst,
Faith and loyalty just wouldn’t do.
You became my curse.
 
I was pulled down to Earth’s plane,
And judgment did set in.
Then new days begin.
I stood parallel as many went insane.
My heart drenched and my soul crunched,
I couldn’t let my heart take this very much.
I died and I died losing each endless breath,
I swallowed the victory and ate your death.
 
You reaped and I sowed,
But I saw no one grow,
Not even you.
What was I to do?
I let it go very slow,
Now I am all grown,
And I’m on my own.
I died watching you go.
 
I will always remember begging mercy,
I will always know this pain,
You are my curse you see,
And nothing did you gain.
I can never just be alright,
I can never love you the same again.
I died watching you go out of sight.
You are my curse and forever in my heart you made an end.


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Damaged (part 2)

One particular guy took advantage,
Of my dad choosing him to be with exclusively.
He ended up being with me in private and in public, 
With this chick who resembled a beast,
Who did not resemble in any way of her hometown symbol.
Her appearance made a mockery of a Ruston peach
He had the nerve to call me a “b”,
In front of her and called the authorities
Only after a few days of visiting me at my home,
And getting busy with me.
My home and love life should be described as this:
Complete tragedy.

The list goes on of the men who did me wrong,
But it all links to how I was treated at home.
Like a puppet, walked over, talked badly to constantly
Always being told that I would let men get the best of me,
Always being told if I wanted to do certain things,
 That I would be another word for a garden tool.
Often I was called an educated fool.
Being held on to by someone who meant me no good
Was not helpful to me at all.
Often I wish that I had no dad,
Because he is the worst man that I ever had.


My home life was simply disadvantaged.
It was bad enough that we were poor.
Women don’t worry about a man:
Only focus on God’s plan
For you.
The real Father on whom I depend,
Your life he will manage.
Don’t settle for earthly men and even your father
Look to God for your inheritance.
So you won’t be damaged.


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'Window Dressing (or) Mannequin Lessons

She had Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin … Seamless hips

Threaded her way into his heart
and Stitched his mind up Tight
But the Needle Point, was coming
Pricking… with all its might! …

… Posed her Textile-smile
Watched Fabric – flow
All the Lycra-while
Sticking Velcro …

and Ribbons and Bow
… he didn’t know
she was only after
Every Scrap of his Taffeta

He thought she was quite fetching
… didn’t know, she was just Window-Dressing

‘can’t hold the Cushion, when Pins, Push and Shove
a man, can’t live on just a Thimble-full of love! …
… can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
…  your living doll is running around, again …
… Window Dressing …

He was an honest man
nothing up his Sleeve
but, he had a gold-band
said, ‘Honey, Marry Me…’

… and he Wrapped her in Furs
Draped her in jewels
Lots of Cashmere
… she left empty Spools

She took his Tape Measure
and Material Cut
kept Sharp Scissors
for her Designs … but

… He’d seen the Hem Ironed
and Sew and Sew
He knew the Pattern
and which Embroidery to go…

… the last Fringe turn
and which Bolt to throw …


She sat in front of a Vanity
brushing her Gossamer hair
Basting in her Veiled beauty
like no Wool was there …

… to see her Window Dressing
To see him Yard-Catching
the Collar and Cuffs …
… He’d seen enough !

He saw them thru the Window
Zipper and Buttons undone
He had to stop the Fashion Show …
… then he dropped his _ _ _

… Velvet eyes, Satin lips
Silk skin… Seamless hips
Threaded her way into his heart
And Stitched his mind up Tight

… but the Needle Point came Darning
Pricking, with all its might …

…’Cause you can’t move the heart of a Mannequin
but your living doll won’t be running around again …


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To You My Future Love

Dearest of all pretty divinity
You are the fairest of all the princesses of reality
Even though I haven’t as yet met you
I trust my intuition’s claims of your astute values, to be absolutely true
For already the sight of you playing tunes with my heart is so enthralling

I pine for the time we shall hold hands
Perhaps even sneak a beautiful kiss or two through the cyber
I’d like to see how your eyes will twinkle
As I tell you how much I’ve loved you even before I met you
Darling dear, even before I know your name, I wanna say ‘I do’

My sentiments to you are true 
...coz the feelings your aura stirs in me are so cool
Anxieties of meeting you sometimes probably soon,
...reminds me of my sweet, mischievously naive days in school

Darling dear, only problem will be that I am an artist
...trapped somewhere lonely between childhood and adulthood
But I trust your understanding and support will help me through
May be you are going through it too
In which case it will be so cool
...for we may just be the two geniuses the world has been waiting for to move!


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Love Obstacle

What's this hill in front of me?
Is it another love obstacle? No it can't because I've been through one before.
A few steps closer yet it seems to travel further away.
Is it a goal or a destination, I don't know.

The sun blurs my vision for a moment but I can hear your guitar in the air and that
reassures me you're close by.
The notes slowly fill my heart with desire and passion.
I can hear your voice singing,"The keys are in the back by were we used to sit. You loved
me and I envied you. Let's start this journey over again. Just you and I."


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this is love

A boy sees a girl
As their eyes meet, his naive heart begin to flutter  
A smile brightens her face, showing her full beauty
As the boy tucks his head in embarrassment, he pauses
Looking up at the girl he knows
He knows she will be something special in his life

A girl sees a boy
As their eyes meet, her fragile heart flutters
Her mind warns her of his reputation,
While her heart forces her to bear a smile
As her face turns red she pauses
Looking at this boy she knew
She knew there was something about him…

Now a man sees a woman
As their eyes meet, both lean in for another kiss
Their faces bear smiles, showing their happiness
As they both turn to walk away, they pause
Looking back at each other they realize…
This once shy boy and this once scared girl…
 Suddenly they know…..this is love!


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Me And Cupid

       Feb. 14, I felt a profound longing for love in my soul./ So I got out of the house for a 
afternoon stroll./ A beautiful day to be in the park, one would think it was spring./ Valentines 
day was in full swing!/ So many couples out enjoying this gorgeous day./ I felt I was 
somehow in the way./ I thought to myself, "Man this ain't fair, all this love in the air."/  I just 
felt out of place./ But something happened and you may call me a nut case!/
       In the sky/ somthing caught my eye./ I nearly wet my pants,/ but at first glance/ I 
thought it was a plane./ You may say I'm insane,/ or say "that's absurd,"/ but it wasn't a 
bird!/ What I saw, I saw clearly./ "Cupid" flew down and hovered 10 feet from me!/ I heard 
him sing,/ then he pulled back on his bowstring,/ and a arrow shot towards me!/
       A couple nearby probably figured me a man on the verge of insanity,/ because they saw 
me dive into a roll!/ I ignored the couple, turned to cupid and screemed "You asshole!" The 
couple begin laughing, but I ignored them./ Cupid came closer, I picked up a rock and threw 
it at him!/
       This was turning into a bad day./ I turned and attempted to run away./ All of a sudden a 
woman popped into my mind/ the instant I felt a "sting" in my behind!/ I could have swore I 
saw Cupid zip past me and yell "Farewell!"/ And then to the ground I fell!/
       That arrow would surely change my view of love in the world;/ For when I came too, I 
was face to face with this strange girl./ She was gorgeous and I knew this was the one I had 
to marry!/ I asked her name and she said, "Audrey Carey!"


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All I Ever Wanted


All I ever wanted,
 Was to be treated right,
And then possibly his wife.

All I ever wanted,
 In my life was for you,
To return the favor,
Of my hard, unselfish labor.

All I ever wanted,
 From you not the material things,
Just to give me loving,
That would make my heart sing.

All I ever wanted
Was not the lies that you told me 
Was not the constant saying 
I treat you with the utmost respect.

I always wondered,
Why did you reject me?
And then want me only
When the lower part of your body,
 Stood erectly.

All I knew,
 That when you,
 First touched me
I fell in love immediately
My heart ticked for you,
Just like a clock.

I gave more than,
 What you wanted,
Which left my heart empty,
And haunted.
I received less,
Than your best.

All I ever wanted,
 Was to be treated right,
And then possibly his wife.

wrote 3-23-08


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"THIS IS WHO I'LL BE!!!"

This is who I'll be
The one who wipe away all your tears
The one who understands everything about you
The one who's there for good times and bad times
This is who I'll Be
Your very best friend,never turning my back on you
The one who will always love you
The one who will never ever stop loving you
This is who I'll be
The one with no unbroken promises
The one who keeps you completely satisfied
The one who makes all your wishes and dreams come true
This is who I'll be
The one who's faithful and true
The one who makes you smile without saying a word
The one you're always thinking of
This is who I'll be
The one that give you NO doubt when it comes to real love
The one who show you that you can love again
The one who treats you like a lady
This is who I'll be
The one that knows how to make love a forever lasting experience
The one who makes you feel very special
The one who's not about lies,drama or playing games
AND THE ONE WHO YOU WILL VERY PROUDLY SAY YES THAT'S MY MAN
NOW THAT'S EXACTLY WHO I'LL BE!!!"